大漠。眼前一片荒凉。檩冽的北风毫不留情地在耳边呼啸,仿佛要阻止她北去的马蹄。时已深秋,草原上空旷无边,早已枯萎的革根紧紧抓住大地,不愿就此化作灰烬离去。飞扬的沙石打在她柔嫩的脸庞上,也弥漫了她水一般的明眸。 Desert. It was desolate in front of me. The turbulent north wind whistled in his ear without mercy, as if to stop the horseshoe she had gone to. It was already late autumn. The grassland over the grasslands was boundless. The already withered leather roots clung to the earth and did not want to be turned into ashes. The flying sandstone hit her tender face and filled her with the water’s bright eyes.